*You approach a dead tree with crimson leaves scattered across the floor. You spot Toriel's back. She's huffing...

*You get closer

*And closer

*You raise your knife and-

Toriel: "My child!"

*Without any hesitation, Toriel gives you a bear hug. You can feel her fur, fluffy like a pillow, warm like a softly burning campfire.

*Your muffled words are incomprehensible for all but the desperation in your voice. Toriel let's go.

Toriel: "Apologies my child I-"

Frisk: "Achew!"

*...You let out the most adorable-

Frisk: 'Shut up.'

*Baby sneeze imaginable.

Frisk: 'Fudge you.'

*Toriel giggles, unaware of your crude tongue.

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Toriel: "So you have allergies my child? I shall keep that in mind."

*Toriel looks around.

Toriel: "Quickly, come inside."

*With Goat Mom's strength she tugs you home before shutting the door and locking it.

Frisk: "What was that about?" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (offer.)

Toriel: "I'm unsure of what danger lurks outside my child. But danger does lurk. A spider not too long ago came here. They seemed awfully worried, though I couldn't understand what they were trying to tell me. And before that, the marketplace of the ruins was completely empty. I waited and waited but...nobody came. Still, robbing is wrong, my child, so I had to come back empty-handed..but do not worry my child! I still made a lovely pie for both of us. Come!"

*You follow Toriel into the kitchen. She grabs the pie and presents it to you.

Toriel: "Tadaa, what do you think?"

*The pie is masterfully made, with shells encircling the edges and a bit of slime in the center.

Frisk: 'What?'

*An acquired taste. The shells are like harder crickets. But with enough force they should crack. The slime in the center tastes a bit like whipped cream.

Frisk: 'I'm...not even going to ask how you know this.'

Frisk: "It's great!" (Or)

Toriel: "How relieving. I thought my cooking expertise had become a shell of what they once were! But I guess in the end I was Piening over nothing."

Frisk: "Food puns, how tasty!"

*You both share a smile. Toriel cuts you a slice of pie. You balance it on top of your head. The home feels warm.